At night as I lay in my empty bed with no one to comfort me I am haunted by the ghosts of my past, present and future.
Firstly I am visited by my guilt; guilt for the many ways that I’ve failed the people whom I’ve held dearest in my life. Fallouts with friends. Lies between lovers. Miscommunication with family. These are the tears that flow from my eyes like murky streams.
Secondly I am visited by self-loathing: Disappointment with my lifestyle. Disgusted by my poor judgement. Hatred for who I’ve become. These are my troublesome and sleepless nights.
Lastly I am visited by hopelessness: The feeling that no matter what I do nothing will change. The thought that continuing on is pointless. The unspeakable desire for all of it to be over. These are the monsters under my bed whispering to me in the dark.